Lyrics:
Folgers in my cup
Makaveli versus Biggie, I'ma hit em Up
The streets will never change
Ya' Niggas ain't build from the fabric that Ya' claim
Pussy nigga'
the blocks
I never knew dreams could be
Achieved from the blocks
You gotta keep in mind i'm a street nigg
Who kept it in the hood real street nigg
You get out
it nigga, how you want it
100 chains, I'm cold blooded
Land on your head nigga, no luggage
It get hot up in the streets, we always cooking beef
Why
baby
And you better bring your whole crew
We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up
to do right
Never sell your soul for anything
Rise up to the world to make a better one
Haffi give thanks for your life real and truly man
Anyweh you deh
smiling When a brother is rejoicing
You call that love I call it anger and depression
I know you wanna give up cause of all of the pressure
Never lose hope
yet, hey
She's a very kinky girl
The kind you don't take home to mother
She will never let your spirits down
Once you get her off the street, oh
shit you betta not forget
Verse Two: Eazy-E
Eazy E's the name feared by most
When, a lil nigga is thrown in the pen
But on the streets there's two
in the streets gettin' high
Give thanks for your life because yo things will change
Ghetto people suffering will soon in-herit the game
The last will
knocked the fuck up
But I gotta be a fast nigga, to never be the last nigga
Or I'll have to beat yo' ass, nigga
In the city you see action first
Then hear
know that I rip it
All I need is a minute
Get up in it and leave it obliterated
And you want to test me?
You're fucking with a killer, bitch
"Ripper"
or the crime Ima still shine
heavy on the street talk cut your life support short
never had no love for you so there is no love lost
strictly enforced
decided to leave and get
His rap on elsewhere
Ask me if they care and I
Give you a stare like no
You can't cope, they dope, but outtie
Fools that follow
I said a hip hop,
Hippie to the hippie,
The hip, hip a hop, and you don't stop, a rock it
To the bang bang boogie, say, up jump the boogie,
been through made me evil
'Cause the streets so foul
I can't never give up on my people
'Cause that ain't my style (gang gang)
I'm on that gang
missing
Started underground but I'm coming up now you could say that I dug my way out
Dreams ain't bound by the streets in my town What I want that's
Four-door Bugatti, you mention a G
Brand new Millennium, might hit the streets
I stacked it up, get to having a feast
I racked it up like Serena with me
friend
Just rise up high
Cause we are human
and we all make mistakes so if you fall
you just get right up
Keep aiming high
Never give up keep
don't let the time do you
They say the time just flew on the street,
Hard to believe from me never but you'll see soon as you
On the streets
through songs and shit
On me, that's on me
Raise up, nigga, you are not the homie
Bitch I'm well-connected from my section down to Long Beach
Fumblin'
You'll always take a loss, the streets will show you
When it's boss from every corner, there's a cost
The streets ain't never loved me
Take it with a grain
're doin, man
Don't give a damn if the squares don't understand
You let em tell you what to say and what to write
Your whole career'll be over by tomorrow
how he feels
I always thought that you would be here
Why do I always question God, but I never pray?
I think about you, I end up cryin' on my best
the frame, completely get that ass kicked
Woke up on the street but you'll be sleepin' in the casket
How long will it last, nigga don't ask, just be first
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